An old beat up notebook
dog-eared, crinkled pages
a half dried up ink pen
moving in time with my heartbeat
soaking in thoughts and salted water
sipping wine
wiping tears
licking wounds
my lungs the bellows
blowing inspiriting whispers
upon the embers of passions
that were once thought ashes
falling,
ever so slowly,
in love,
with the realness of my reflection
on another candlelit evening
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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